Well, it's happening. As I type this, my little son is enjoying his final afternoon with his best buddies, Emily and Jadon. Emily and Jadon will be moving away this weekend, and Camden is beside himself. Emily and Jadon (and their family) have always been there. He doesn't know life without them.
We've already had a few tearful nights. We've had the discussion of how to make new friends (and BTW, Camden does have other friends. But these are the closest.) We've talked about how Mr. and Mrs. Wipf have prayed that God would show them His will, and that He has led them to this move. But honestly, that makes very little sense to a four year old whose heart is shattered.
Frankly, I'm not sure how to help him say goodbye. Sure, we can write letters and call, but it's not the same. Gone are the days of cider mills and making cookies, of playing for hours and hours in their basement, of sleeping in sleeping bags under the pool table, of watching movies, of jumping on their trampoline, of just being with them. Sure, we'll still do some of these things, and the world is not coming to an end. I just ache for him. I want him to understand that God knows what He is doing and that we can trust Him.